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Flower women


 

Flower Women

What is a flower?

And how does it grow?

How delicate is that flower, no one may never know

Flowers come and they go, in all shapes and colors

But what makes a flower different from every other

We grow and we glow but we’re all the same to one another


This flower’s roots are slightly different

She realized that every flower didn’t grow like she did and this was only the beginning

Some flowers were negative,

But we call them weeds

Some even think they might grow up to become trees


The weeds were cruel and were always in a drought

They even made some of us flowers pout

Why were they like this, why were they cruel

The weeds weren’t raised to become jewels

Throughout the seasons we come and go

You would think the weeds would gain control

Why they act the way the do,

We may never know

But not this flower.


I forgot to mention the flowers that have thorns

They weren’t born with them, they had to grow

See thorns grow within when you find yourself

Not only did she grow her thorns,

But her color changed.

It was almost magnificent, one might say

A color for which was unique in her own way

It was T’Laina.


T’Laina realized that not every flower is the same,

Some flowers cannot restore and overcome their pain

But she could so she did

And she felt so amazed

It wasn’t about her looks,

It was about her growth and how she carried herself

As long as she loved herself, so would everyone else

See first came self love which is why some may not grow their thorns

But once again these don’t come when you’re born


REBORN maybe, you must know yourself

She knew what was good for her health

The sun and the rain helped her grow but it was only HER who took the toll

She knew she couldn’t be like everyone else

Her uniqueness is what made her herself

She was proud and happy,

She never felt more accomplished

T’Laina realized that she couldn’t let the weeds stop her

For she has goals, which would begin when she was reborn


When the inside is beautiful, the outside will be restored

-TJD

 

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